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silly Jul 2023
i wish you didn’t feel.

i wish you have never been in love,
gotten to feel the palpitations where they don’t belong.

i wish you have never felt heartbreak,
or at least; i wish you had gotten over it.

i wish you weren’t as creative as you really are,
clinging onto the past of horrid dreams.
they enclose me in a box;
“choose me” they whisper, delicately towards your eardrum.

you were wearing headphones. you felt it all.
<3
silly Apr 2023
the yes would still come through fog and rain;
clear as day, the words escape your lips.
your beautiful, glowing lips;
that i wish i could touch once in my lifetime.

the yes would still push through your teeth;
even if it came next week,
even if it didn’t come at all.
you would say yes.

forgive the sinners of their sins, for they did not know what they were doing.
like a saint, you speak to me.
yes, yes, yes, you say.
you want her lips again.
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silly Feb 2023
i cannot wait to walk with you.
to grab your hand beside mine,
look at the ocean view.

i want to tell you “i love you”,
through whispered breaths
buried in the sand.

and when we lay for a night of rest,
my breath will follow your shallow pattern.
until our hearts
are two, beating as one.
god. WHEN IS IT MY TURN.
silly Dec 2022
take your emotions,
put them on blast.
it's not a facade,
it's just an act.
am i really in love?
or is it just the same again.
the life of a poet,
it's always pretend.
silly Dec 2021
they say that pictures tell a thousand words,
for every lie you tell, another curse
that you’ll never be enough for them
you’ll never make it to the end

because this photograph you gave me,
you hold onto my memories
it shines like a star in the night sky

if every story had an ending of its own,
why is mine cut off
by the white lines that surround the story
of my life

in a photograph
does this make sense probably not L
silly Sep 2021
everything i do,
the moment i wake up the sky is already gloomy;
preparing me for the day ahead.

the biggest accomplishment i’ve made this week was making a decision,
about how i wish i was in bed.

the piano is too loud in my ears and it pours out my eyes,
wishing there was a way i could desperately change the skies.
idk. i’m back ig? with another bad poem
silly May 2021
in a society where we are not allowed to speak to one another;
how does one know if they are being seen or truly heard?

the words spill out as letters on a blue-light screen,
bright enough to make me see;
but am i understanding the depth of the people around me?
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